, Thomas, that the Fosters know nothing about the bag
or bracelet?"

"Quite sure, Jane. I'm certain that neither Foster nor his wife would
or could deceive me about this matter. But take heart, my poor sister.
See, the Lord's opening the way for you `one step at a time.' _We_
should like it to be a little faster, but _he_ says No. And see, too,
how this blessed book of yours has been made of use to Foster and his
wife. Oh, there's been a mighty work done there! But mark, Jane,
'twouldn't have been so if this Bible had come straight to you. There's
wonderful good, you see, coming out of this trial already. So wait
patiently on the Lord, the bag and the bracelet will turn up too afore
so long; they are on the road, only we don't see them yet; you may be
sure of that."

Jane smiled at him through her tears, and pressed her recovered Bible to
her lips. Then she opened it, and, as she turned over leaf after leaf,
her eye fell on many a well-known underlined text, and the cloud had
given place to sunshine on her gentle features as her brother left the
house and returned to William Foster's.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

WHO OWNS THE RING?

"You are satisfied that we know nothing about the bag or the bracelet, I
hope?" asked Foster anxiously on Bradly's return.

"Perfectly," was the reply; "I haven't a doubt about it; but there's
something behind as none of us has got at yet, but it'll come in the
Lord's own time. Wherever the bag and bracelet are, they'll turn up
some day, I'm certain of that; and it'll be just at the right moment.
And so we must be patient and look about us.--But what was it, Kate, you
said was dropped along with the Bible?"

"It was this ring," replied Mrs Foster, at the same time placing a
small gold ring with a ruby in the centre on the table. The three
examined it by turns. There were no letters or marks engraved anywhere
on it.

"And this was dropped by the same hand which dropped the Bible?" asked
Bradly.

"Yes; it rolled along the floor, and may have fallen either off the
finger of the person who put her hand in at the window, or from between
the leaves of the Bible."

"And have you mentioned about this ring to any one?"

"No, not even to my husband. I'm sure William will forgive me. It was
just this way: I put it into my pocket at the time, and afterwards into
a secret drawer in my desk, fearing it might bring one or both of us
into trouble. When this happy change came, and bo